We were so excited (and maybe a little nervous) to take our first trip with Henry. Traveling has always been a big thing for us. It’s always been something that brought us together even after the most hectic stretches of time. Something to look forward to. Something to get us out of our comfort zone a bit and into a more comfortable zone for us - vacation mode. We are good at vacationing. And I realize some people aren’t - but Andrew and I are our best selves on vacation, and I want Henry to see that side of us.
I hesitate writing this post because I am absolutely sure it will jinx us for future trips, but alas, here we go.
I’m just going to say it. Henry was amazing on his first official vacation. Dare I say he was even more behaved? Granted, we’ve been taking him to Vermont since he was a wee 4 week old so I suppose he’s a bit seasoned, but this was the first time we hopped on a plane and put our parenting to a real test. It was the first time I truly had the “is this worth it??” moment. And it was. It really was. Here’s how we tackled everything to make it not only seamless, but really really fun.
There is no denying that summer on Nantucket is pure magic. But Fall? Fall is the real gem on the island. Can we keep that between us? It’s a time when the tourists have returned to their busy lives, yet the water is warm and the weather is perfect. September and October on Nantucket? Now that’s where some special island splendor goes down.